He loved standing nearby

People find inspiration in early morning light coming over a hill. People find it in a turned phrase or stirring elocution. People find it in a living idol. People find it in a set example or a pointed reminder. Christ at one time whispered a miracle and touched the impossible, and it spurred folks to follow Him in city-stopping droves. Reading over my musings from yesterday and I wonder why I ever lose that interest sparked by the amazing presence of God. Worship is the ongoing act whereby we remind ourselves that losing sight of those robes is an active (or passive) choice. But the glimpse of the flowing garments never fully disappears behind a tree, and it is always less than a thought away.